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"Listen here bitch, if you don't tell me where the million ryo pot is at, I'll scalp your pretty little head and dig for the answer myself."
On my way to the pharmacy I walked passed Sarah, an old high school friend. She is one of the most carefree and cheerful person’s I have ever known.
As she walked past, she smiled and waved at me but I hid in my shell and ignored her like some self-important douche bag instead. At that moment the scales fell from my eyes and I realized that I am indeed, alone.
The Eastern Grey Squirrel barely dodged the Fiscal Shrike’s dive bomb attack as she dashed towards the tall Pine tree across the road. She decided to cross the road despite the oncoming truck bearing down on her. The relentless shrike was not perturbed by the steel behemoth either.
The train was late again, I don't think I'll be on time for classes at this rate. Why is the woman standing next to me on the platform staring at me? A take a quick glance at her and find her staring intently at my backpack with a blank expression. "You're bag is leaking," she says in a monotone voice.